king.
It was why she loved him. Why she knew
that the child in her womb would never spend
a single moment wondering if it was loved.
Dorian bowed his head. “With my life.”
Then the king offered a hand to help Yrene
onto Lysandra’s back. “Let’s make it count.”
Manon’s chest burned with each inhale, but
Abraxos flew unfalteringly through the melee.
So many. Too many.
And the new horrors that Morath had
unleashed, the ilken amongst them ...
Screams and blood filled the skies.
Crochan and Ironteeth and ruks—those were
ruks—fought for their very existence.
Any hope of victory that Aelin Galathynius
had brought with her was slipping away.
Manon and Abraxos smashed through the
Ironteeth lines, diving to rip apart ilken and